The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Paul, my guitar teacher, has two gorgeous cats named Jimmy and Django. Every time I have a lesson there, one or both cats claim my gig bag in the name of Catdom. Today, the lesson was even more bizarre as Jimmy insisted on climbing in Paul’s lap while we were playing and Django was licking his ass at my feet… I can’t get no satisfaction.
I am developing calluses on the fingertips of my left hand and the painted logo is wearing off my pick. All good signs :-)
I’ve had my bi-weekly guitar lesson and I’ve done my first blues exercies tonight. Fun!! I was chatting with Paul about what I want to play and where I want to go and this is it:
I don’t want the fame or the money (which would be nice, don’t get me wrong!), but I want the skill and talent!
Practice, practice, practice!
I had my first guitar lesson tonight. Very fun. Learned to play Johnny Be Good.
Joe Satriani, I am not, but I went from zero knowledge to 3 chords and am inordinately proud of that fact :-)